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My voice catches, and he pulls me closer before unzipping the sleeping bag.

We roll ourselves out and gather our things in record time.

When we approach the security station, a guard is playing on his phone.

“Is everything okay, Mr Bianchi?” he asks, his voice full of concern.

“Everything has been perfect,” I say, shooting him my warmest smile.

“Sleeping on camp beds when you’re ten is fine. However…” He leaves the rest of the sentence hanging, but the guard grins and nods.

“Say no more, sir. Can I call you a cab?”

“That would be great, thank you.”

The cab arrives in record time, which is not surprising at three a.m.

We enter the apartment, and within seconds I’m exactly where I want to be, in Alex’s arms. Our lips touch, but it’s different. This time when he enters me, it’s not fast and furious. It’s slow and controlled as he takes me to new heights, making every touch feel deeper, more meaningful. By the time he thrusts into my body, he’s worshipped every inch of me, and I’ve worshipped every inch of him. The connection between us has changed, and something tells me it will never be quite the same again.

CHAPTER 62

ALEX

When life appears too good to be true, it usually is.

For the first time in too long, my life is angst-free.

Since our date, my relationship with Brooke has moved to another level. Work is running smoothly, even Mother seems to have taken a step back.

I think of the woman sitting outside my office. She intrigues me… more than any woman I’ve met in a long time. Yet my heart and mind are in a constant battle. She’s intelligent and passionate, but I sense she’s holding part of herself back.

Fuck!

My protective instincts are in overdrive. Enzo told me not to overthink it, let her come to me. Yet here I am, overthinking everything, wanting her to let me in and allow me to support her.

There’s a knock on my door.

“Come in,” I say.

The door opens, and Elise pokes her head in.

“Do you have a moment? Brooke isn’t at her desk,” she asks.

“Of course.” I stand and motion her forward. “Come in. Brooke has popped out.”

I don’t tell Elise that Brooke’s gone to the doctor to talk to them about birth control after a near miss with a condom.

She opens the door wider, allowing Teresa to step through. My scalp prickles at the look on their faces.

Elise closes the door, and they both move forward.

“We have a problem,” Teresa says.

Not words I want to hear on a Monday morning.

* * *

The past week has been a blur.